Light me up before you go, baby. Throw a little spark my way. Let's finish these cigarettes and find the closest bus stop, because I'm freezing and these tights are ripped from bar stool number four. This alley is too dark to be traipsing down alone so late, let me hold your hand. Can you tell me something nice, even just for tonight? You know what I'm feeling, it's evident in every step we take closer to my apartment and further from the reality that we know nothing about each other. Following rivers, falling in streams, with you in between waking moments - I'm conscious. Rhythmic thumps emanating from your chest, I can feel them all the way over here. Slide on over, come in to me a little closer. Love seats and footstools, balancing my body so all you have to do is reach out. Legs and arms in places they don't belong, like hanging upside down from the balcony drinking champagne out of straws and paper cups folded up just so. Lanterns light the sidewalks of this tiny ghost town, somebody came before us and it's inevitable they'll succeed us sooner than we know... please leave a note on the counter before you leave, I'll be missing you till the morning. Missing you like I always do.
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